agentblack

SIGH. Where are you, mystery girl?

LIke all Great Romances, we would meet at a bus stop on a friday night after chucking out time.

We'd spend saturdays hanging around record stores, playing records in bedrooms, mucking around in the park, eating cheese on toast.

Sundays we'd watching old movies with the sound turned down, making up the dialogue as we go.
On sunny days we'd climb trees.

Crushes on fictional girls aside...

Started Playing God of War again. SO MANLY. Less manly is spending your weekend indoors because you sulk when you don't get enough sleep.

I'm spending my time playing with dogs, hanging out with the other farm boys (Topics of discussion - Am I having a heart attack? Do giant sentient alien jellyfish communicate with neurotoxins? Do you want a a smack?), Running, and doing push ups and chin ups and sit ups and stuff. Life is good.

Must find that girl.